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Adam pulls back just a tiny bit. Kisses my bottom lip. Bites
it for just a second. His skin is 100 degrees hotter than it
was a moment ago. His lips are pressed against my neck
and my hands are on a journey down his upper body and I’m
wondering why there are so many freight trains in my heart,
why his chest is a broken harmonica. I’m tracing the bird
caught forever in flight on his skin and I realize for the first
time that he’s given me wings of my own. He’s helped me
fly away and now I’m stuck in centripetal motion, soaring
right into the center of everything. I bring his lips back up to
mine.
“Juliette,” he says. 1 breath. 1 kiss. 10 fingers teasing my
skin. “I need to see you tonight.”
Yes.
Please.
2 hard knocks send us flying apart.
Kenji slams open the door. “You do realize this wall is made
of glass, don’t you?” He looks like he’s bitten the head off a
worm. “No one wants to see that.”
He throws a pair of pants at Adam.
Nods to me. “Come on, I’ll take you to Sonya and Sara.
They’ll set you up for tonight.” Turns to Adam. “And don’t
ever give those pants back to me.”
“What if I don’t want to sleep?” Adam asks, unabashed.
“I’m not allowed to leave my room?”
Kenji presses his lips together. Narrows his eyes. “I will not
use this word often, Kent, but please don’t try any fancy
secret-sneaking-away shit. We have to regulate things
around here for a reason. It’s the only way to survive. So do
everyone a favor and keep your pants on. You’ll see her in
the morning.”
But morning feels like a million years from now.